The problem was Megan wasn’t done.
She followed me to the hallway, her heels clicking like gunshots against the hardwood floor.
“Don’t be mad, Hannah. It’s not like you ever cared about this family anyway. Always off playing soldier while I took care of things here.”
I spun around and faced her.
“You mean you took care of yourself? Dad built this family. You just took advantage of it.”
Her eyes narrowed, but her smile never faded.
“And now I get the reward. Enjoy your little shack in the woods. Maybe you can use it for target practice.”
I walked out the front door without another word. My bags were already packed upstairs, but I wasn’t going back in there to grab them while she was circling like a vulture. I’d pick them up later. Right then, I needed to breathe before I said something that would escalate into a full-on war in front of the extended family.
